HP Magic Biography

Is this a house-elf? Hermione exclaimed.

These ugly, dirty, mouse-like creatures clearly broke the girl's cognition. Hermione didn't pay much attention to Dobby, and their attention was all on magic.

However, when a group of little things wearing the same clothes as Dobby look at you with confused eyes.

That kind of spiritual shock is indeed unavoidable.

Ugly, this is the most basic characteristic of house elves, you can't imagine what these little things have gone through.

The thick oily smoke dyed the walls black, and their bodies almost turned into the same color as the oily smoke.

Among the countless pairs of eyes, there is no trace of expression. Due to the lack of sunlight for many years, their eyes are a little degenerated, and they are cloudy and yellow.

Because of the strong light, every house elf who opened their eyes and looked at the door half-closed their eyes, and it took them a little more time to get used to the sudden light.

They are so pitiful... Hermione couldn't bear to look at these little things in front of her, she closed her eyes, and firmly grasped Fan Lin's hand with one hand.

Let's ask! Fan Lin gently pinched Hermione, motioning to reassure the girl, and then nodded at Harry.

Excuse me... Before Fan Lin finished speaking, he was interrupted by the behavior of the group of house elves in front of him.

It seems that because they got used to the light, or they heard the wizard's words, in short, their dull nerves finally gave them the behavior instructions that a house elf should have.

Please wait a moment, ladies and gentlemen, the meal will be ready soon! An old house elf bowed deeply to the four of them.

The other elves seemed to have reacted as well, they all stopped their work, bowed to the four respectively and then ignored them.

Light the lamp, and the torches on the wall light up.

Only then did the four of them fully see the layout of the kitchen, a rectangular wooden table with two dimly lit candles on it.

An elf who just got up from the ground didn't know where it got a clean rag, and now it was vigorously wiping the tables and chairs that hadn't been touched for a long time.

Fan Lin also saw a very old elf whose clothes were set alight by the fire when he was lighting a fire.

Normally they would not go wrong, maybe today's unexpected visitor broke the silence of the elf's life, they have not served the wizard for a long time.

Fan Lin quickly used his magic power to condense a water polo, and extinguished the flames on the elf's body!

But the elf knelt in front of Fan Lin in fear, as if he thought that the four wizards in front of him were going to kill them because of his mistake.

He knelt on the ground and kept begging Fan Lin not to kill him, no matter how well Fan Lin tried to persuade him, it was of no avail, the old house elf didn't stop his begging.

Please, you did nothing wrong...

Don't kill me... I beg you... Old Ghaith won't make mistakes anymore, I just beg you... the little elf said, with big tears streaming down from his dim eyes, looking extremely pitiful.

Old Thor, stand up for me. Harry's face suddenly became ferocious, and he said fiercely to Gus: If you don't go to work like this, crying, I will kill you!

The three of Fan Lin looked at Harry in shock, they couldn't figure out what kind of heart drove Harry to say such words.

Yes, sir! The little elf Gus seemed to have been frightened, and got up from the ground in a panic, as if he was afraid of death. In fact, they were just afraid that they had done something wrong. As for death or something, it might not matter. Just a reason to beg.

Don't look at me like that... Harry panicked, I just want him to stop doing this,

At least it's useful, isn't it?

Hey, brother, how did you think of it. Ron seemed to suddenly realize, Maybe we can deal with Dobby like this.

Actually, Harry said helplessly, I've already done so, but it's a pity that Dobby is indeed an outlier.

Harry moved his hands back and forth, as if Dobby was right in front of his eyes, He was there at the time, and I threatened him with death, but Dobby actually told me that he would be threatened like this at least five times a day.

Maybe we should find a way to rescue Dobby from Malfoy's house. Malfoy's family doesn't accept Dobby's service at all. Maybe I can introduce Dobby to old Vitor. At least he can live comfortably there. Some, and new clothes to wear.

What a good suggestion, Fan Lin! Hermione said, calmly pulling her hand out of Fan Lin's, which made the girl's face turn red.

There is another very important question, how can we liberate an enslaved house elf, and the life of these house elves must be improved. Hermione said righteously, she did not Understand, there is magic in the world of wizards, and everything is so convenient, why would there be such a thing as enslaving house-elves.

Forget it, Hermione! Ron said nonchalantly, It's impossible, no wizard will care about these house-elves, if you do, they will think they have Do something bad there and punish yourself.

How could that be? Hermione couldn't believe Ron's words.

Can you give it a try? Ron spread his hands, indicating that Hermione could do it.

Try it! Hermione said bravely, covering her mouth with one hand, looking at the busy house elf in front of her, she cleared her throat vigorously.

You...you listen to me, Hermione said reluctantly.

Hearing Hermione's words, all the house-elves stopped what they were doing and looked at Hermione blankly. They didn't understand what the sudden wizards in front of them were thinking.

Listen...stop your work and come over to me, I'm going to give you a good cleaning. And... Hermione really didn't know what a house-elf needed, you should ask Deng Bu Lido protested, asking him to allow you to leave here and go out for a walk more, during the day, not at night! Also, I think you should have your own lives, and you should at least have the freedom you deserve!

Hermione finally finished speaking, she was satisfied with what she just said, although she didn't know what she said, she was not good at speech.

After a while, the slow-witted elf finally understood the meaning of Hermione's words.

Hermione's words were like a huge tear gas bomb, which exploded in the not-so-spacious Hogwarts kitchen, this gloomy place.

All the elves knelt to the nearest position, they kept crying, begging Hermione bitterly, begging to let them go.